Light on the terrace wall, a crow at Piazza Barberini, the curve of my shoulders releasing. A week of noticings as life settles back into its ordinary rhythm.

A gentle reentry into writing again. A week of small noticings, interior moments, and the quiet ways we find our way back to the page, back to writing.

In a quiet Roman alley, a white linen tablecloth swayed in the breeze — a fleeting moment that invited me to pause, breathe, and remember the beauty of slowing down.

A list of simple pleasures that, for me, make the ordinary extraordinary…